The Male Protagonist K*dnapped the Wrong Person - 7
Chapter 7 - “I’m hard again.”
Sang Rou drank half the thermos and put it down. She put
the lid on and screwed it close, and then took a piece of tissue to wipe her
mouth.
Her lips finally had some color, but there was still
porridge on her chin. She couldn't feel it, so she folded the paper into a
square shape and was about to throw it away.
Qin Zheng said: "There’s more."
Her eyes were dull and she just looked at him, obviously
not understanding what he was talking about.
The corner of his mouth twitched, he stood up, took the tissue
in her hand, wiped her chin roughly, and threw it into the bucket with disgust.
Yesterday, Sang Rou was not allowed to take a shower. She
didn’t bother to ask him to brush her teeth. She just said, “Water.”
Qin Zheng felt annoyed with her. How could she be thirsty
again just after finishing the porridge? But he still unscrewed the cap of the bottled water and handed it to her. The little girl took it, opened her
mouth delicately, and took a sip.
She gargled, then lowered her head and spit into the
bucket.
Qin Zheng understood clearly that she was not thirsty, but
wanted to rinse her mouth. The little girl was very smart. She knew he was
annoyed and didn't tell him.
She stretched out her left hand, holding a bottle in her
right hand to pour water on her face, and then gently wiped it with her soft,
boneless hands.
After going back and forth like this, she finished a bottle
of mineral water.
She raised her face, which was still covered with crystal
droplets of water. She stared straight at him with her big eyes, and demanded:
"Wipe my face."
Qin Zheng was horrified and stared at her: "You have
no skills."
He was still wondering why this little girl was so
open-minded and dared to let the k*dnapper wipe her face. Then he saw Sang Rou
looking at him strangely and added: "I have no tissue."
It turned out that she was asking him for tissue paper.
Qin Zheng covered his forehead and resignedly took out the more expensive brand of tissue paper he asked Chen Da to buy. Her skin was delicate and she had been
frowning when using tissue paper yesterday.
Sang Ruo wiped her face and the water droplets on her
bangs.
She seemed to be used to asking him: "Comb my
hair."
Qin Zheng's head started to hurt again: "How can there
be a comb in this wretched place?"
Chen Da is bald, and he has a buzz cut, so they have no use
for that thing at all.
The little girl stared at him stubbornly, feeling a little
aggrieved.
Qin Zheng held his forehead and said with comforting voice:
"You can comb it with your own hands."
Sang Rou stood in front of him, her height only reaching
his shoulders. She raised her head and said stubbornly, "No."
Her hair is long, black and smooth. But after a good sleep,
the ends are tangled.
Qin Zheng gritted his teeth, raised his hand resignedly,
spread his fingers and inserted them into her hair, and began to comb it.
He was so strong that he took out several long hairs with
just one sweep. Qin Zheng felt a little guilty, so he continued to comb gently
when the little girl didn't say anything.
After combing one side, Sang Rou turned around and exposed
the other side to him.
He was in a daze, always feeling that this girl was
treating him like a mother.
But he couldn't stop his hand. Her hair was smooth and
silky. It flows all the way to her back. The ends of her hair were cut neatly.
It looked like it had been recently trimmed.
His palm pressed her head, and Sang Rou closed her eyes
comfortably. The force was neither light nor heavy, just right.
Qin Zheng's hand suddenly stopped. She looked at him
doubtfully, and saw some blush on the man's face. He turned around quickly and
said in a dull voice: "You're done combing, go play by yourself."
Although Sang Ruo was confused, she didn't say anything. She
sat on the mattress again and covered herself with his coat in a daze.
Qin Zheng put one hand on his waist and covered his
forehead with the other, breathing quickly——
F*ck, I’m hard again.
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